Desiree
Getting off without full-on penetration feels like cheating. I don’t think I’d be happy as a lesbian because I really feel like I need the big c**k. Of course, they make awesome dildos for that, so maybe I’d be fine.
All I know is I didn’t get enough of Junior Tacone back in that clothing store, and I need to feel complete.
He drives back fast—screechy tires fast—and gets rid of Paolo. And then he grabs me outside Gio’s room as soon as I finish repacking his wounds and refreshing the IV.
He shoves me up against the wall, pinning my wrists beside my head. His lips descend on mine, crushing my mouth. His teeth scrape my lips, tongue invades. All the while, he grinds his impressive erection against my belly.
I wrap one leg around his waist to angle him into the notch where he nee
